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ukcanuck wrote:This is one that I have made use of in the past. you know when someone dies and you dont know what to say in a card because it all sounds like crap because someone has just lost everything?copy this and put it in the card.

On Deathby Kahlil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

On the same topic...

This is a poem by Stig Dagerman, a Swedish author who was praised asa genius by his contemporaries but committed suicide at the mere age of 31:

Autumn

How quickly the maples turn yellowThat light our path through the park To die is to travel a littleFrom a branch to the steady ground

How thin the golden stripe isAnnouncing that daybreak is nearA streetcar tolls through the fogAnd the air is heavy to breath

How soon the cheeks turn whiteSo kiss them with watery lipsLook, the seagulls are chalkingA poem in the darkness of night

How soon the poplars stand tallAnd naked, black ink in each streakTo die is quite simply to snow Like leaves in a lively creek

This is my personal clumsy attempt at translation.The original rhymes, but I thought it was more important to stay as close as possible to the imagery and meter, so I disregarded the rhyming, except for the last verse, where it actually worked out anyway.

ukcanuck wrote:This is one that I have made use of in the past. you know when someone dies and you dont know what to say in a card because it all sounds like crap because someone has just lost everything?copy this and put it in the card.

On Deathby Kahlil Gibran

You would know the secret of death.But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

On the same topic...

This is a poem by Stig Dagerman, a Swedish author who was praised asa genius by his contemporaries but committed suicide at the mere age of 31:

Autumn

How quickly the maples turn yellowThat light our path through the park To die is to travel a littleFrom a branch to the steady ground

How thin the golden stripe isAnnouncing that daybreak is nearA streetcar tolls through the fogAnd the air is heavy to breath

How soon the cheeks turn whiteSo kiss them with watery lipsLook, the seagulls are chalkingA poem in the darkness of night

How soon the poplars stand tallAnd naked, black ink in each streakTo die is quite simply to snow Like leaves in a lively creek

This is my personal clumsy attempt at translation.The original rhymes, but I thought it was more important to stay as close as possible to the imagery and meter, so I disregarded the rhyming, except for the last verse, where it actually worked out anyway.

By Lesbians! I see your death and raise you Sappho!

Sappho's Ode out of Longinus

The Gods are not more blest than he, Who fixing his glad Eyes on thee, With thy bright Rays his Senses chears, And drinks with ever thirsty ears. The charming Musick of thy Tongue, Does ever hear, and ever long; That sees with more than humane Grace, Sweet smiles adorn thy Angel Face.

But when with kinder beams you shine, And so appear much more divine, My feeble sense and dazl'd sight, No more support the glorious light, And the fierce Torrent of Delight. Oh! then I feel my Life decay, My ravish'd Soul then flies away, Then Faintness does my Limbs surprize, And Darkness swims before my Eyes.

Then my Tongue fails, and from my Brow The liquid drops in silence flow, Then wand'ring Fires run through my Blood, And Cold binds up the stupid Flood, All pale, and breathless then I lye, I sigh, I tremble, and I dye.

Translated by William Bowles

There is no such thing as climate change...there is no such thing as climate change...there is such thing as climate change...

1. Hearing I ask | from the holy races,From Heimdall's sons, | both high and low;Thou wilt, Valfather, | that well I relateOld tales I remember | of men long ago.

2. I remember yet | the giants of yore,Who gave me bread | in the days gone by;Nine worlds I knew, | the nine in the treeWith mighty roots | beneath the mold.

3. Of old was the age | when Ymir lived;Sea nor cool waves | nor sand there were;Earth had not been, | nor heaven above,But a yawning gap, | and grass nowhere.

4. Then Bur's sons lifted | the level land,Mithgarth the mighty | there they made;The sun from the south | warmed the stones of earth,And green was the ground | with growing leeks.

5. The sun, the sister | of the moon, from the southHer right hand cast | over heaven's rim;No knowledge she had | where her home should be,The moon knew not | what might was his,The stars knew not | where their stations were.

6. Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,The holy ones, | and council held;Names then gave they | to noon and twilight,Morning they named, | and the waning moon,Night and evening, | the years to number.

7. At Ithavoll met | the mighty gods,Shrines and temples | they timbered high;Forges they set, and | they smithied ore,Tongs they wrought, | and tools they fashioned.

8. In their dwellings at peace | they played at tables,Of gold no lack | did the gods then know,--Till thither came | up giant-maids three,Huge of might, | out of Jotunheim.

9. Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,The holy ones, | and council held,To find who should raise | the race of dwarfsOut of Brimir's blood | and the legs of Blain.

10. There was Motsognir | the mightiest madeOf all the dwarfs, | and Durin next;Many a likeness | of men they made,The dwarfs in the earth, | as Durin said.

19. An ash I know, | Yggdrasil its name,With water white | is the great tree wet;Thence come the dews | that fall in the dales,Green by Urth's well | does it ever grow.

20. Thence come the maidens | mighty in wisdom,Three from the dwelling | down 'neath the tree;Urth is one named, | Verthandi the next,--On the wood they scored,-- | and Skuld the third.Laws they made there, and life allottedTo the sons of men, and set their fates.

21. The war I remember, | the first in the world,When the gods with spears | had smitten Gollveig,And in the hall | of Hor had burned her,Three times burned, | and three times born,Oft and again, | yet ever she lives.

22. Heith they named her | who sought their home,The wide-seeing witch, | in magic wise;Minds she bewitched | that were moved by her magic,To evil women | a joy she was.

23. On the host his spear | did Othin hurl,Then in the world | did war first come;The wall that girdled | the gods was broken,And the field by the warlike | Wanes was trodden.

24. Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,The holy ones, | and council held,Whether the gods | should tribute give,Or to all alike | should worship belong.

25. Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,The holy ones, | and council held,To find who with venom | the air had filled,Or had given Oth's bride | to the giants' brood.

26. In swelling rage | then rose up Thor,--Seldom he sits | when he such things hears,--And the oaths were broken, | the words and bonds,The mighty pledges | between them made.

27. I know of the horn | of Heimdall, hiddenUnder the high-reaching | holy tree;On it there pours | from Valfather's pledgeA mighty stream: | would you know yet more?

28. Alone I sat | when the Old One sought me,The terror of gods, | and gazed in mine eyes:"What hast thou to ask? | why comest thou hither?Othin, I know | where thine eye is hidden."

29. I know where Othin's | eye is hidden,Deep in the wide-famed | well of Mimir;Mead from the pledge | of Othin each momDoes Mimir drink: | would you know yet more?

30. Necklaces had I | and rings from Heerfather,Wise was my speech | and my magic wisdom;. . . . . . . . . .Widely I saw | over all the worlds.

31. On all sides saw I | Valkyries assemble,Ready to ride | to the ranks of the gods;Skuld bore the shield, | and Skogul rode next,Guth, Hild, Gondul, | and Geirskogul.Of Herjan's maidens | the list have ye heard,Valkyries ready | to ride o'er the earth.

32. I saw for Baldr, | the bleeding god,The son of Othin, | his destiny set:Famous and fair | in the lofty fields,Full grown in strength | the mistletoe stood.

33. From the branch which seemed | so slender and fairCame a harmful shaft | that Hoth should hurl;But the brother of Baldr | was born ere long,And one night old | fought Othin's son.

34. His hands he washed not, | his hair he combed not,Till he bore to the bale-blaze | Baldr's foe.But in Fensalir | did Frigg weep soreFor Valhall's need: | would you know yet more?

35. One did I see | in the wet woods bound,A lover of ill, | and to Loki like;By his side does Sigyn | sit, nor is gladTo see her mate: | would you know yet more?

37. Northward a hall | in NithavellirOf gold there rose | for Sindri's race;And in Okolnir | another stood,Where the giant Brimir | his beer-hall had.

38. A hall I saw, | far from the sun,On Nastrond it stands, | and the doors face north,Venom drops | through the smoke-vent down,For around the walls | do serpents wind.

39. I saw there wading | through rivers wildTreacherous men | and murderers too,And workers of ill | with the wives of men;There Nithhogg sucked | the blood of the slain,And the wolf tore men; | would you know yet more?

40. The giantess old | in Ironwood sat,In the east, and bore | the brood of Fenrir;Among these one | in monster's guiseWas soon to steal | the sun from the sky.

41. There feeds he full | on the flesh of the dead,And the home of the gods | he reddens with gore;Dark grows the sun, | and in summer soonCome mighty storms: | would you know yet more?

42. On a hill there sat, | and smote on his harp,Eggther the joyous, | the giants' warder;Above him the cock | in the bird-wood crowed,Fair and red | did Fjalar stand.

43. Then to the gods | crowed Gollinkambi,He wakes the heroes | in Othin's hall;And beneath the earth | does another crow,The rust-red bird | at the bars of Hel.

44. Now Garm howls loud | before Gnipahellir,The fetters will burst, | and the wolf run free;Much do I know, | and more can seeOf the fate of the gods, | the mighty in fight.

46. Fast move the sons | of Mim, and fateIs heard in the note | of the Gjallarhorn;Loud blows Heimdall, | the horn is aloft,In fear quake all | who on Hel-roads are.

47. Yggdrasil shakes, | and shiver on highThe ancient limbs, | and the giant is loose;To the head of Mim | does Othin give heed,But the kinsman of Surt | shall slay him soon.

48. How fare the gods? | how fare the elves?All Jotunheim groans, | the gods are at council;Loud roar the dwarfs | by the doors of stone,The masters of the rocks: | would you know yet more?

49. Now Garm howls loud | before Gnipahellir,The fetters will burst, | and the wolf run freeMuch do I know, | and more can seeOf the fate of the gods, | the mighty in fight.

50. From the east comes Hrym | with shield held high;In giant-wrath | does the serpent writhe;O'er the waves he twists, | and the tawny eagleGnaws corpses screaming; | Naglfar is loose.

51. O'er the sea from the north | there sails a shipWith the people of Hel, | at the helm stands Loki;After the wolf | do wild men follow,And with them the brother | of Byleist goes.

52. Surt fares from the south | with the scourge of branches,The sun of the battle-gods | shone from his sword;The crags are sundered, | the giant-women sink,The dead throng Hel-way, | and heaven is cloven.

53. Now comes to Hlin | yet another hurt,When Othin fares | to fight with the wolf,And Beli's fair slayer | seeks out Surt,For there must fall | the joy of Frigg.

54. Then comes Sigfather's | mighty son,Vithar, to fight | with the foaming wolf;In the giant's son | does he thrust his swordFull to the heart: | his father is avenged.

Brad Marchand was a manat least it seemed that wayUntil the day he met Jackie

Now Jackie was fat and smelled like a ratbut Brad said she reminds me of mummyBut Jackie was hid behind lipstick and ginand the truth was the lady had a jonny

One night real late Brad went on a datewith Jackie, her smell and her organthey were necking in the parkwhen Brad smelled her fart and thought this is the one forever

The marriage was planned and invites were sentBrad invited all of the BruinsThe Coach came first, a mean old queen, jealous of Jackie and her hair doLucic showed up and puked in a cupand slept all night in the shitter

the party went on until way past dawnwhen Horton passed out in the punchall boston agrees the couple is sweetif only Jackies was not biggerWhen Brad found out it went in his mouthand Chara , he took it up the Keister

Boston papers raved for weeks about their team of freaksand TT dressed all in laceWe won the Cup they all exclaimedand bent down again to enjoy the fame

The game is real simple and Vancouver lostbut Mister Marchand found out to his costthat jackie was Jack and when he told her to goShe stared right at him and told him to blowHe started to breath hard to show her he caredBut it ended real sad when she took off her hair

Brad was appalled by the buzz cut belowby the deep voice and hairy arms of his little doveBut Marchand comes from rats and his mommy is a skankLet us never forget that sensory fact.

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful faceDo You Realize - we're floating in space -Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cryDo You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them knowYou realize that life goes fastIt's hard to make the good things lastYou realize the sun doesn't go downIt's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - OhDo You Realize - that everyone you knowSomeday will die -

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them knowYou realize that life goes fastIt's hard to make the good things lastYou realize the sun doesn't go downIt's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful faceDo You Realize

Brick Top: Do you know what "nemesis" means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.